Every beat, a taboo

In the dimly lit room, siblings lose themselves in the throbbing bass of their music. Brother and sister, unaware of the lust building between them, move in sync, bodies pressed close. As the beat quickens, so does their pulse, their breaths shallow and ragged. The sister's hand brushes against her brother's crotch, feeling the growing bulge. He responds, cupping her breast, their eyes locked. The music reaches a crescendo, and so do they, giving in to their forbidden desires.

• tinh
• 1gio

• Unknown